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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
SEXY EXCHANGE STUDENT
Chapter One
She watched his hands as he cut the roast. He was a surgeon. Her
eyes brightened as he finished cutting the slice of meat and laid it on her
plate. He looked at her, and in his look she saw, or thought she saw, a
reciprocation of her desire.
Julie, his wife, returned KellieÕs plate to her place in front of her.
ÒGravy?Ó Julie asked.
ÒYes please,Ó Kellie answered. She watched as Julie lifted back the
hinged cover of the silver gravy bowl. With a silver spoon she ladled the
gravy onto KellieÕs plate, over the meat. It had a rich odor of persimmon
and celery.
ÒMore?Ó Julie asked. Kellie shook her head no. It was enough; her
meat was drenched. Julie replaced the spoon.
Kellie picked up her knife and fork. She was about to cut into her
meat when Julie, bending close, whispered to Kellie that she was holding
her fork in her fist, like a child.
ÒOh!Ó Kellie breathed. Quickly she put down her silverware and
picked up her fork again, this time with just three fingers, her first and
second and her thumb. She glanced in CharlesÕ direction to see if he had
seen her mistake. But he appeared to be engrossed in the roast, cutting
himself two slices.
In fact he had seen it, but it had not displeased him. Of course he
could never let Kellie know that. She was eager to become a woman and he
was not one to stop her. He had sat with his wife a year ago at this table,
just a week after their first anniversary, and he had discussed with her
the possibility of inviting an exchange student into their life.
ÒAn exchange student?Ó Julie answered. ÒAre we now in the market
for little girls?Ó Her look was displeased, but not reproachful; more
surprised than disapproving.
Charles weighed in his mind how to proceed. Finally, his wife
studying him, he decided to just go with the truth. ÒI come home early
sometimes,Ó Charles said. ÒI see the high school girls.Ó
ÒOh,Ó Julie said. She looked down at her plate. They were having
ham that night, ham with one of her delicious home-made gravies. It was
white, a cream of potatoes and milk. CharlesÕ heart sank. His wife was
lovely. She was even lovelier when she tilted her head down, her long
blonde hair falling over her eyes, her look submissive.
ÒPerhaps I shouldnÕt--Ó Charles stammered. His wife looked up. Her
eyes flashed. ÒNo. Go on,Ó she insisted. ÒI want to hear about the high
school girls.Ó
ÒWell,Ó Charles said. ÒThey wear uniforms now. I guess itÕs so they
canÕt be confused as anything but children by someone... some man... coming
home from work early.Ó He waved his hand absently. ÒIn case, you know, a
guy might want to give one of them a ride...Ó
ÒHave you?Ó his wife asked.
ÒNo,Ó Charles assured her.
ÒBut you would like to?Ó Julie asked. Her eyes seemed to be drilling
into him, or perhaps it was just the awkwardness of the subject matter
that made him feel that.
ÒY- Yes,Ó Charles said. ÒAnd I thought if we hosted an exchange
student, well, it would mean I could drive home without... I mean, we
would have one just like that, you know? She could go to the school up the
street and then I could even give her a ride, perhaps even give a friend of
hers a ride, and it would all be okay, nobody would think I was driving
around trying to kidnap a child.Ó
To his surprise, his wife agreed. That was one of the things he liked
about her. Unlike other menÕs wives, she was willing to try things. If he
wanted it badly enough, and she could see in his eyes that he did, she said
yes.
Kellie ate her meat. As she chewed, hoping her mouth didnÕt look too
full, she glanced up at Charles. He was so handsome. She had fallen in
love with him the first day she met him. He had picked her up at the
airport, and she had been surprised at how young he was. Just 26, when
she had assumed he would be portly, middle-aged, with a receding hairline
and jowls. When they had gotten to his house she had met his wife. Kellie
had been disappointed to see that he was married but his wife was
beautiful, she had to admit, a perfect match for her Ken-doll surgeon-
husband.
And now, a month later, they were eating together, as they always
did, and Kellie was happy that her father had caught her making out with
her boyfriend, in France, and had decided to send her away for a year. He
didnÕt approve of the boy. Kellie wondered what her dad would think of
Charles.
She wondered, too, what her dad would think if he knew what they
were up to. She had come home early from a high school dance last night.
The guy who had taken her had brought her home early. He wanted to fuck,
pure and simple; she didnÕt like his arrogance. Besides, though she
couldnÕt tell him, she was saving her maidenhood for another. Kellie
glanced at Charles again.
ÒYes. For you, Charles,Ó she whispered to herself.
ÒHmmm?Ó Julie asked, hearing the girl say something under her
breath. Kellie blushed.
ÒNothing,Ó Kellie said. Julie saw her red cheeks and frowned.
ÒIs the gravy too spicy?Ó Julie asked. Kellie blushed a deeper red.
Charles was looking at her too now and she said, half breathlessly, ÒNo.
IÕm fine!Ó
Kellie continued eating. As she prayed for her blush to subside she
remembered last night. She had opened the door, the front door, the
arrogant guyÕs kiss still fresh on her lips. As she wiped her hand across
her mouth, to get rid of it, she heard moaning. The guy was already
getting into his car. She heard his car door slam, out in the driveway, as
she heard another sound, coming from upstairs in the house. It was the
sound of leather, delivered sharply against bare flesh. There was a
scream. It was Julie; high-pitched, frantic. A gruff command: Charles.
And then, when JulieÕs scream had subsided, another swat, another sharp,
definite crack of leather against soft flesh. Instinctively Kellie touched
her bottom. As the sound of leather rang out again she pressed her hand
harder against her seat, feeling the cloth of her skirt. Softly she shut the
front door. Without making any sound, although she could hear her heart
beating, she crept up the stairs. Fortunately they were carpeted. Her
shoes pressed against the rug in the second-floor hall, still noiseless as
she moved toward their bedroom. The sound of leather stopped. She
reached the door to their bedroom. It was ajar; she pushed on it lightly
with one finger. She peeked in.
The sight shocked her. Her breath caught in her throat as she saw
what was happening. Pretty Barbie-doll Julie was bent over something
Kellie had only ever seen before in the road, a sawhorse, usually
surrounded by men who were working. Well, men were working here too.
There were two of them, Charles and another man, whom Kellie didnÕt
know. Julie was strapped down to the sawhorse, her arms and legs pulled
taut toward its feet. They were bound. Leather straps held her in place by
her wrists and her ankles. The man Kellie didnÕt know stood in front of
Julie, lifting her head, offering her a glass of wine. He was naked and as
Kellie looked at him, seeing him in the same instant she saw Julie, she
couldnÕt help but notice his penis. It was big, perhaps a foot long. It was
extended, stiff, knocking against JulieÕs face as the man bent down to give
her the wine.
Julie looked up. She looked toward the door. At the instant that
Kellie took in Julie, and the man, she also saw Charles, standing behind his
wife with a paddle in his hand. It was made of leather. He was naked too,
his cock as big as the first manÕs.
Stark naked, strapped down to the trestle with her bare bottom red
from the paddle, Julie looked at Kellie. There was surprise in her face,
mingled with fear.
ÒGo to your room!Ó Julie shouted. Kellie darted away from the door.
As she rushed down the hall, her shoes still noiseless in it, she heard the
bedroom door slam shut behind her. There was a sound of it being locked;
a quick press of a thumb in the button-lock in the doorÕs handle.
Nothing had been said of the incident the next morning. Kellie had
gone off to school as usual. At noon Charles called her at lunch to tell her
he wouldnÕt be home early, could she get a ride? Sure, she told him, but
when she tried to bring up the subject of the night before, he quickly cut
her short. And now they were at dinner, Julie showing just the slightest
hint of discomfort whenever she sat down, Kellie pretending not to notice.
But there was one twist to their meal. Inexplicably, Julie had come
to her room before dinner, and asked her to wear her school uniform to the
table. Kellie never did; she always put it away, a little embarrassed by it,
the way it made her look so childish. Students didnÕt have to wear such
things in France. But Kellie had nodded to Julie, said ÔyesÕ; she wanted to
make up for last nightÕs embarrassment. When she tried to apologize to
her for what sheÕd done, peeking in on them like that, when she knew,
after all, that they were a married couple, Julie had turned away, said Ônot
now,Õ and gone back downstairs to the kitchen where she was making
dinner.
ÒYou look cute in your school uniform,Ó Charles said to Kellie, when
Julie had gotten up from the table and collected their plates and gone to
the kitchen to get dessert.
ÒThank you,Ó Kellie answered. She blushed again.
ÒI hope my wife and I didnÕt surprise you last night,Ó Charles said.
ÒOh! No,Ó Kellie answered. She felt a wave of relief that the
subject had finally come up. At the same time she blushed more; it was
not something that was easy to discuss.
ÒIÕm sorry I came home early,Ó Kellie said.
ÒThatÕs okay,Ó Charles said. He looked at her. His eyes seemed
suddenly steely. Kellie gulped.
ÒI have a favor I want to ask of you,Ó Charles said.
ÒY- Yes?Ó Kellie asked. She picked up her napkin. She put it to her
mouth, to her lips.
ÒPerhaps this is not the time,Ó Charles said. Awkwardly he looked
away.
ÒNo! Please,Ó Kellie implored. She had no idea what the man wanted
but she could feel the emotion in the room, between them, and it felt like
a giant bubble hovering over the table, so full it just had to burst. She
remembered the sight of his penis, so hard, and the bulk of his balls
hanging tautly beneath.
ÒI would like to see you...Ó Charles began. He looked at her. He
looked away and then the beast-like look came to his eyes again, the
steely look, and in a voice she knew was quite truthful he said, ÒI would
like to see you take off your uniform, slowly... let my wife do it, and I
would like to...Ó
ÒYes?Ó Kellie asked, pressing the napkin hard to her lips now, her
voice as high-pitched as the screams of Julie that sheÕd heard last night.
Julie entered the room. Quickly Kellie looked from Charles to his
wife. She carried a pie. It smelled of lemons and was covered with
cream. She was dressed as before, in a blouse and tailored jeans, with
smart boots, leather boots, on her feet that she liked to wear, the jeans
pulled down over them.
ÒCharles wants to see me naked!Ó Kellie blurted. Julie arched a
brow. She looked at her husband as she set down the pie on the table.
ÒYou have discussed last night?Ó Julie asked her husband.
ÒA... little,Ó Charles answered. His voice was awkward.
Julie looked at Kellie. She seemed to tower over the girl, or so it
seemed to Kellie, who slipped lower in her seat. She held her napkin under
her lips now, having lowered it to speak. One of JulieÕs hands crept back
along her jeans to her seat. She pressed it against herself; she suppressed
a wince.
ÒWhat you saw last night was totally inappropriate,Ó Julie said to
Kellie. Confusion seemed to cloud her eyes a little but then she took hold
of herself, took her hand off her bottom. ÒTotally inappropriate,Ó Julie
said more firmly.
ÒIÕm sorry,Ó Kellie answered, still holding her napkin under her
mouth.
ÒMy husband and I donÕt quite know what to do,Ó Julie said. ÒI want
to send you home, but it would cause a stir, you going back home so early
in the year. Yet, for you to have seen us together like that, and with--Ó
ÒWith Mike,Ó Charles intoned.
ÒYes! With Mike,Ó Julie added, suddenly blushing deeply.
ÒIÕm sorry!Ó Kellie said, and she began to cry.
ÒNo. ItÕs alright. Here,Ó Julie said. She rushed forward and took the
girlÕs napkin from her, daubed her eyes with it, as Charles watched the
girlÕs lovely breasts, in their white schoolgirl blouse, heaving up and
down.
When Kellie had settled down Julie looked at her hard. The sympathy
had left her eyes, replaced by a kind of plain-hearted recognition.
ÒThis changes everything, you know,Ó Julie said to Kellie. ÒTry as
we might it does.Ó Kellie looked at the woman and nodded, a quick,
childish nod. ÒMike is coming over again tonight,Ó Julie said. ÒWeÕve
invited him. You can go out or go to your room or...Ó
ÒYes?Ó Kellie asked.
ÒYou can watch,Ó Julie said. Her voice was matter-of-fact, a bit
resigned, Kellie thought.
ÒAl- alright,Ó Kellie answered.
ÒAlright what?Ó Julie asked her. Charles seemed, out of KellieÕs
left eye, to shift forward in his chair.
ÒI want to watch,Ó Kellie said. Immediately she put her napkin back
over her lips, as if to catch and stuff back into her mouth what sheÕd just
said.
Wordlessly, Julie reached for KellieÕs neck. She pushed the girlÕs
forearms apart, as Kellie continued to press her napkin to her lips. She
took hold of the small, knotted blue scarf around KellieÕs neck. The ends
were in front and now, silently, Julie untied them. Gently she laid the
scarf on the table, next to the pie sheÕd set down. She opened KellieÕs
collar. As Kellie continued to hold the napkin to her lips, her eyes wide in
virgin wonderment, Julie began to unbutton her blouse. Charles, leaning
forward, counted the buttons silently to himself as he watched Julie undo
them. The blouse was undone. Julie pulled it open. The girl blushed very
deep as her frilly white bra was exposed. She had wonderful breasts, not
full-grown yet but nice and plump, round, uptilted. Julie cast an
examining eye over them. Kellie thought she saw a hint of jealousy in the
womanÕs gaze, despite her own beauty. Julie yanked, a bit more roughly,
KellieÕs white shirt out of the clasping waist of her skirt. It was a
pleated skirt, dark blue like the untied neckerchief that lay on the table.
Julie drew KellieÕs blouse up, pulling it free of her, drawing it along her
arms, baring them, baring the soft white flesh of her torso below,
glancing down at the girlÕs navel below the swell of her breasts. Julie lay
the blouse aside, on the table, next to KellieÕs scarf. There was a pause;
Julie seemed hesitant to make the next obvious move, taking off KellieÕs
bra. The girl looked up at her. Charles cleared his throat. Julie reached
down and Kellie, her arms having wilted to her sides now, her napkin
clutched in her right hand, leaned forward a little as Julie reached back
behind her and grasped the back strap of her bra. The clasp came undone in
her fingers. Smoothly the bra was whisked down KellieÕs slim arms.
ÒMy God!Ó Charles breathed. KellieÕs virgin white breasts spilled
into view. The nipples were red, like cherries topping twin scoops of ice
cream. KellieÕs tits jiggled. Her nipples, already budding, stiffened
further under CharlesÕ gaze, the tips of them extending like eager young
stems. Kellie glanced at Charles and saw discomfort in his eyes. She
wondered if it meant what she suddenly thought it did; his cock was
growing, tightening in his pants.
ÒStand up,Ó Julie said to Kellie. When the girl didnÕt respond Julie
repeated her command. To induce the girl she took her by her right arm
and yanked it; Kellie stood, giving a swift, loud, ÒOw!Ó
ÒYou will have to be cleaned,Ó Julie said to Kellie. CharlesÕ wife
bent forward, her head bending down towards KellieÕs waist. She reached
back behind the girl again. She searched with her hands, blindly, for the
back zipper to KellieÕs skirt. Kellie looked at the blonde quizzically, her
bare breasts jiggling above the blondeÕs head. The zipper was found. A
quick, unzipping sound was heard. KellieÕs skirt released itself from her
hips and Charles gasped audibly again as KellieÕs white panties came into
view. They matched her bra. Her skirt skittered down her legs. ÒYour
bottom, I mean,Ó Julie said to Kellie. She picked the girlÕs skirt up off the
floor and laid it on the table. ÒMy husband will not be taking your
virginity,Ó Julie said to Kellie. It was the girlÕs turn to gasp. ÒYou do not
have to tell me your condition; I knew it the first moment I saw you, with
your wide, staring eyes, blushing whenever you looked at my husband,Ó
Julie said. ÒHowever he is a man and a man must have what he craves. My
husband will take you from behind,Ó Julie said to Kellie, her voice
suddenly hard, uncompromising, staring down at the girl as she spoke to
her. ÒAnd it will be my job to clean you out first, to clean your bottom, so
that he is not poking himself into the remains of your meal when he takes
you. I will clean you and he will fill you. And then, for good measure,
since you had the indecency to look in on him as well as myself and my
husband, Mike will take you too. In your bottom. You will be emptied and
filled, in that order, and perhaps then you will not be so eager to look in on
people again when they are so obviously engaged.Ó
Kellie wanted to scream, to shout ÒNo!Ó but instead her hand flew to
her mouth, with her napkin, and she pressed the white linen to her lips.
JulieÕs hands went to her waist, to her panties. Gently she began tugging
them down, her breath exhaling on KellieÕs white belly. The girl drew in
her stomach. It was flat already; she flattened it further, so that, from
CharlesÕ point of view, he swore he had never seen such a thin, waifish
girl, but with glorious wiggling breasts.
ÒAnd when you have been filled, twice, by the men, then it will be
my turn,Ó Julie said to the girl. She delayed pulling KellieÕs panties down
further, just inching them a little, looking up at the young schoolgirl as
she spoke. Kellie felt her bottom slowly bared to the air as, in front, the
hairs of her muff came slowly, springingly and neatly, into view, popping
out of her panties. ÒAnd I will spank you,Ó Julie said to Kellie. ÒWith the
same paddle you saw me spanked with. On your wet, filled bottom.Ó
ÒNooooo,Ó Kellie breathed. She said it over the napkin, which was
still pressed to her mouth, and it was loud enough for Julie to hear as
well.
ÒOr you can go home,Ó Julie said, still pausing with KellieÕs panties.
ÒNo!Ó Kellie said, her voice louder. The thought of coming so close to
having Charles, to feeling him in her, only to have him taken away, was
more awful than anything else Julie could say to her.
ÒVery well. Then itÕs your ass,Ó Julie said. Swiftly the panties
were yanked down KellieÕs legs. She tried to grab at them but it was
awkward, standing there, having her undies pulled down by a woman she
only knew just a little, in front of her husband whom she knew even less,
owing to the many hours he worked. At JulieÕs urging, Kellie stepped out
of her panties. She still wore her schoolgirl shoes. She had polished them
for dinner, wearing rubber gloves from the kitchen to do it, to keep her
hands perfect. She watched as Julie lifted her panties and did not lay
them on the table. Instead she tossed them to her husband. Charles caught
them. Kellie dropped her napkin. Charles held them to his nose, sniffed
them. Kellie blushed more deeply than she ever had. They were damp from
her excitement.
KellieÕs breasts shook with the quick, short breaths of her breathing.
They were upstairs now, in Julie and CharlesÕ bedroom. As Kellie watched,
blushing, Julie opened a drawer of a dresser. It was next to the bed. She
took out something. Kellie saw that it was made of leather and she
gasped. But it wasnÕt the paddle. It was narrow, with a buckle on one end
of it. Julie approached Kellie. At first the girl thought the woman was
holding a belt but then she saw that it was too short for that; it was a
collar. Julie bent down and buckled the collar around KellieÕs neck. The
metal thong went in the very last hole. Julie checked the fit.
ÒYou have a small neck,Ó Julie said to Kellie. The girl felt her
breasts quiver. Julie returned to the dresser. She came back with more
straps. These were padded and she told Kellie to put her hands behind her.
Kellie obeyed, clasping the cheeks of her bottom. Her breasts lifted higher
with the rearward movement of her hands. Julie smirked. She touched
KellieÕs waist, clasped it with her bare hands. Gently she made the girl
turn around. Kellie stared at Charles. He was slowly undressing himself.
Kellie felt the straps put around her wrists as Charles liberated his belt
from his pants. Kellie gasped. The straps were tightened, one by one,
around her wrists.
ÒYou have small wrists,Ó Kellie heard Julie say, behind her. Kellie
still held onto her bottom as she felt her arms drawn more closely
together, the straps snug upon her. There was a sharp metal klink, of two
metal rings, sewn into the cuffs, being joined. Kellie gasped again. She
let go of her ass and tried to pull her hands apart. She couldnÕt. She was
aware, suddenly, of how this new posture threw out her breasts. Charles
gazed at them lewdly, pulling his pants down his legs and showing himself
to her in his underwear, his cock bulging in the confining cloth.
And still the dressing of Kellie wasnÕt finished. Julie left her again,
went to the bedside dresser once more. Kellie looked back at the woman
over her shoulder. She looked lovely in her jeans, in her boots and her
blouse. It was hard to imagine such a fine creature the way sheÕd seen her
last night, bent over a wooden thing, which she could not find in their
room now, bare-assed and forced to drink wine by two men who were hard.
Julie returned with more straps. She knelt at KellieÕs feet. She bound the
straps to KellieÕs ankles. As Julie drew the straps to the very last hole,
commenting again on KellieÕs slimness, the girlÕs eyes darted again to
Charles. He had liberated himself, just as she turned toward him. His
cock danced in the air. It was hard, a bloated organ, hard and ready with
his balls hanging full beneath it.
ÒNo!Ó Kellie cried.
ÒQuiet or I will gag you,Ó Julie said. She finished binding the girlÕs
feet. When she was done she linked the straps, just as she had linked
KellieÕs hands. It was not hard to move the girlÕs legs closer to do it;
Kellie was slender and light. Julie stroked KellieÕs black polished shoes
when she was finished. She seemed to envy them, as Kellie secretly
envied JulieÕs boots.
ÒI- I canÕt walk!Ó Kellie said. She felt as if she might fall over with
her feet bound so closely.
ÒItÕs alright,Ó Julie said, running her hands up the girlÕs stockings,
which was all she wore now except for her shoes and the straps. KellieÕs
stockings were white and frilly, like her panties and bra which had been
left downstairs, along with their uneaten dessert. Her short socks were
almost completely covered by the straps round her ankles, and Julie
checked with her fingers to make sure that KellieÕs socks were pulled
through the tight straps, so they they wouldnÕt be uncomfortable.
ÒNow I must undress,Ó Julie said to Kellie. She stood up. Charles,
with his liberated penis, walked up behind Kellie before the girl could
respond. He lifted her up in her arms. Kellie gave a shout, but Charles
took her to their bed, and Julie, moving ahead of him, pulled back the
bedcover and the top sheet. Charles laid Julie across their bed, arranging
her easily because she was so young and light. He laid her along their
pillows. There were four of them lined up across the big bed, and he laid
her a little in front of them, on her belly. When she was lying face-down
on their bed he hog-tied her. It was simple to do. He pulled up her ankles,
which were already joined, and he fastened them to her wrists, which
were already joined as well. Kellie looked at Charles, as he drew away
from her, his big penis bobbing in the air. She felt spit in her mouth
accumulating in her right cheek, which was pressed to the bed. She
swallowed. She didnÕt want to stain their white sheets.
But KellieÕs legs were spread and she could feel the excitement
welling up in her belly, oozing outward along the lips of her cunt. Taking
control of herself again, or trying to, as best she could with her arms and
legs bound, she drew her thighs closer together. Julie saw her movement.
ÒNo,Ó Julie said. ÒOpen your legs. You will lie just as my husband
placed you. Do you want the paddle now?Ó Julie asked the girl. Kellie
blinked, opened herself, at the same time trying to shake her head Ôno.Õ
ÒGood, because I want you to lie there awhile, and think about how
naughty youÕve been,Ó Julie said to the girl. She unbuttoned her blouse as
she spoke. ÒDonÕt wet the sheets. IÕm going to check them in a little
while,Ó Julie added. Kellie blushed. She felt herself grow increasingly
moist down between her spread thighs, where her muff pressed against
the bed. She stared wide-eyed at Julie, feeling her spit accumulate again
in her mouth. Julie finished removing her blouse and folded it, then laid it
on the seat of a chair. She went for her pants, undoing them as Charles
took off his shirt, which he had already unbuttoned. Together they
finished undressing, each of them looking at the other, and at Kellie, who
waited wordlessly, feeling her cuntlips grow embarrassingly wet.
There was the sound of a doorbell.
ÒOooh! ThatÕs Mike,Ó Julie said. She smiled at her husband. He
nodded and she left the room, naked as a jaybird. Charles walked over to
Kellie. He was completely undressed now, his thick cock bobbing in front
of him like a tuning fork searching for water. He bent over her childÕs
body. He placed a hand on her ass. Julie flinched. Charles gave her a
reassuring pat, down between her joined hands, which rested on her
behind, half-covering it but leaving enough bare for Charles to stroke the
plumply rounded cheeks.
ÒYou are going to be filled here,Ó Charles said to Kellie. She tried to
look up at him but he was leaning over her and all she could see was his
big hanging penis, erectly hanging over her head. ÒFirst you will be filled
with hot water,Ó Charles said to her. ÒIt will go up your colon. Up your
asshole,Ó Charles corrected himself, afraid the girl wouldnÕt understand
the medical term. ÒIÕll make sure Julie doesnÕt make the water as hot as
what I make her take,Ó Charles added, still passing his hand lightly over
KellieÕs bare cheeks. Kellie sighed. Her small figure shivered. Charles
could tell the girl was blushing, for her bottom, under his hand, turned a
sudden bright, light-colored pink. ÒThen the fun begins,Ó Charles said
softly. ÒWe never just... you know... do it. Julie will have something for
you to sit on. YouÕll be expected to keep your bagful in your ass as you do
it. ItÕs a vibrating thing. It goes between your legs. You donÕt sit on it
with your behind, you squat over it with your pussy against it.Ó Kellie
shivered again. Charles raised his hand, passed it over the girlÕs cuffed
wrists. He extended his fingers down between her thighs. Kellie shouted
as she felt him suddenly touch her there, in the place where she was
trying so hard to stay dry and utterly failing. ÒYes,Ó Charles said, feeling
along the lips of her cunt. They were so small, so perfect. So wet. ÒDonÕt
worry,Ó Charles assured the schoolgirl. ÒThe vibrating thing wonÕt have
anything long or hard attached to it. Nothing to go in you. ItÕs just a big
rounded hump-like thing, made of plastic. However it will have a small
nub on it. It will press against you, right here, like IÕm doing now,Ó
Charles said. He knew he had found her clit for the girl wrenched under
him and grew suddenly much wetter, her voice crying out in the room. He
drew back his fingers a little, pulling them free of her lips. She quivered
under him, her whole body shuddering. He watched her thighs move
suddenly farther apart. Still speaking softly, stroking the inner parts of
her thighs now, his big hand splayed, Charles continued: ÒHowever the
vibrations of the little nub, the beginnerÕs nub that sheÕll put you on, could
damage your maidenhood,Ó Charles said. He sighed. ÒBut there will be
nothing piercing you. Just a little nub between your legs. IÕll want to see
you hang on to your bagful of enema fluid as you ride the vibrator, your
bottom sticking out lewdly behind you, your ass clenched. I have always
admired your little ass and it will be a delight to watch you struggling
over the hump, desperately trying not to embarrass yourself.Ó His other
hand touched her bottom, between her bound hands, even as his first hand
continued to tease the skin of her thighs. ÒOf course it will be all the
better knowing that in the end you will take not just the enema, but my
cock as well,Ó he told her.
ÒNo!Ó Kellie managed to gasp.
ÒYes,Ó Charles said. ÒAnd MikeÕs too.Ó
At the mention of the man, Kellie was suddenly aware of the
presence of two additional people in the room. Julie had returned, with
the man in tow. He was just finishing undressing, Julie helping him,
smiling as she freed his cock.
ÒIs she ready?Ó Mike asked Charles.
ÒIÕve been teasing her,Ó Charles answered. He looked at his wife.
She stroked MikeÕs cock and he began oozing. She passed one of her hands
under the head of his penis, catching the drip before it could fall to the
carpet.
ÒHas she wet the sheets?Ó Julie asked Charles.
ÒA little,Ó Charles answered.
ÒThat little whore!Ó Julie said. She smiled and put her hand to her
lips. She licked MikeÕs ooze off her fingers.
ÒShe needs to be filled,Ó Charles said. ÒIt will help her learn
discipline.Ó
ÒNo!Ó Kellie cried out beneath him.
Half an hour later Julie looked as beautiful as ever, still wearing her
leather boots, but with a white nursesÕ hat perched on her head. Around
her waist she now wore a corset. It was white like her hat. It bound her
flat belly and, obscenely, it lifted up her breasts. They were big ones, and
they quivered with sexy abandon whenever the woman moved, especially
the tips of them. Mike and Charles looked frequently at JulieÕs breasts,
admiring their brazen display as they set up the equipment. Their cocks
were still hard, as eagerly exhibited as JulieÕs tits were, although of
different proportions. Kellie rested on the bed. She could feel the menÕs
eyes passing over her bottom when they were not pasted to JulieÕs tits, or
busy with their work. CharlesÕ wife had added a white skirt beneath her
white corset. It covered her muff and her bottom, as if to say, to Kellie,
ÒIt is yours that is on parade tonight, my dear.Ó Kellie watched the men
finish setting up the I.V. pole that was intended, with its bag, to fill her
behind. Charles himself had filled the bag, in the bedroomÕs adjoining
bathroom, to make sure, as he told his wife, that she didnÕt overdo the
temperature of the water. He hung the bag; Kellie watched it quiver as it
hung from the pole, CharlesÕ sacful of sperm hanging between his legs as
he strung up the bag. Julie got a basin. It was made of metal. She put it
down on the floor, next to the I.V. pole. Then Mike got pillows from the
bed, three in all, two for the comfort of KellieÕs knees, down on the
carpet, a third for her head, he explaining it all to her as he arranged them.
Finally Julie got out a plastic thing, from the bottom drawer of the bureau
next to the bed. Kellie drew in her breath. She watched as Julie plugged
in the device, to an electrical socket in the wall. She turned it on. A
small nub built into the top of the thing quivered madly, like a buzzing bee.
ÒThere. Ready,Ó Julie said. She turned it off. Satisfaction showed
on her face. Charles went over to Kellie. He unbuckled her feet from her
hands. Gratefully she extended her legs. But Charles, just as quickly,
stretched his arms underneath her.
ÒNo!Ó Kellie cried, as she suddenly felt herself lifted up. She
struggled, but she was facedown and light, like a wiggling sack of
potatoes, Charles reflected.
At the same moment Julie, remembering something, went again to
the bureau. Charles put Kellie down on the floor, handling her carefully,
despite her struggles. Mike helped, leaning over the girl.
ÒBe still,Ó he told her. He adjusted her knees, getting her right knee
up on a pillow so she would not have to endure the discomfort of kneeling
directly on the carpet. Charles positioned her left knee on a pillow. Kellie
looked up. Julie was holding a paddle.
ÒNo!Ó Kellie shouted again, but Charles bent her forward. He put her
face against the third pillow on the floor. The girl felt her bottom rise
high behind her. She was mooning the men, mooning Julie with her paddle.
ÒStay,Ó Charles said to the girl. He unbuckled her hands. Kellie
wanted to clutch her ass but her head was pressing down hard and she
instead put her hands next to her face to relieve some of the pressure.
She felt the pillow under her right cheek. She felt, too, spit pooling in her
mouth, just like when she had been lying face-down on the bed. Her
bottom quivered as she drew in her breath. Charles was handed the end of
the I.V. nozzle, which Julie had already lubricated, Kellie watching her do
it as she lay in the bed.
ÒThis is going to hurt,Ó Charles said to the girl. ÒEspecially if you
clench yourself as I do it.Ó He touched the small of her back. ÒBend
forward more,Ó he told Kellie. ÒTry to relax.Ó
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